While it begins as a virus novel with a global pandemic emerging in populous India, Rise quickly morphs into an archeological dig that unearths three kinds of vampires. There are eaters, posers and reverts, none of which are particularly well explained. They're tackled by a mismatched band of characters, led by a doomsday prepper podiatrist called Darren, who happily masquerades as a doctor and is handy with a spear gun and a super-soaker of bull piss, but, at the same time, is someone who prepared for the zombie apocalypse and was willing to pay $50,000 per person to buy into a luxury bunker in another state, sight unseen. I think bullshit might have been a better metaphor...
I suspect Druga couldn't really make up her mind on a story line, so kept morphing this (largely terrible) book from genre to genre, forgetting that virus fiction readers like some basis in reality & science fiction readers like far fetched. It's not well written, nor well-planned, and, as with many half-arsed adventures, it deliberately leaves you hanging at the end in the vain hope that someone might care enough to read a sequel.